And all the men and women merely players ; 02 ; Video/ Action for those on Route 30
[Unlike most, his dreams weren't static. The scenes he saw kept twisting and changing, digging into the layers of his mind to dredge up things he didn't want to think on. Each one added to the scene, changing it until it became one big mess of a waking dream.
Sometimes it was the Smog. The heavy way it filled his chest and made it impossible to breathe--other times it was his office. His office and a pile of papers on his desk. A pile that began with three simple, yet wretched words: We the People--Still others where the declaration is sent flying, pages brimming with freedom flitting about, falling around him in a pile of broken aspirations.
Originally, he'd turned on his gear to check on America, to make sure he was safe from the heavy chemical filled air that he thought he was breathing...but before he says much, he gets lost in a dream, and drops the gear nearby.]
I'm sorry it had to end this way. [He says, speaking to an apparition only he can see. And he moves towards it, stepping on his gear, tilting it so it can see the scene--
England, arms raised as he holds an invisible musket. It's pointed at nothing, or at least that's how it seems. He stands there tense, as if deciding on a course of action...and for a moment, he seems to waver, his arms lowering...
Until there's a flood of resolve, and he fires a bullet that's only real to him. And then, there's the cold, unfeeling smile of victory.]
My Empire will not fall, Amer--[And suddenly he wakes, staring in horror at his hands and at the scene before him. He 'drops' the musket, backing away, shaking his head.]
Oh, no. No. That isn't how--[He stops to cough, the memory of smog filling him again.]--I didn't shoot him. It's preposterous...he's my bloody brother, for heavens sake. So why on earth would I--
[But he almost had, three hundred years ago, hadn't he?] But I didn't...I know I didn't. I...
[He picks up his gear finally, coughing before he speaks.]
You all should get inside. Smog's dangerous, you know. It'll...well, it's probably best you find shelter instead of what--[cough]--it can do to you.
So...hop to it and all that.
...I knew this place was a bloody dream.
Sometimes it was the Smog. The heavy way it filled his chest and made it impossible to breathe--other times it was his office. His office and a pile of papers on his desk. A pile that began with three simple, yet wretched words: We the People--Still others where the declaration is sent flying, pages brimming with freedom flitting about, falling around him in a pile of broken aspirations.
Originally, he'd turned on his gear to check on America, to make sure he was safe from the heavy chemical filled air that he thought he was breathing...but before he says much, he gets lost in a dream, and drops the gear nearby.]
I'm sorry it had to end this way. [He says, speaking to an apparition only he can see. And he moves towards it, stepping on his gear, tilting it so it can see the scene--
England, arms raised as he holds an invisible musket. It's pointed at nothing, or at least that's how it seems. He stands there tense, as if deciding on a course of action...and for a moment, he seems to waver, his arms lowering...
Until there's a flood of resolve, and he fires a bullet that's only real to him. And then, there's the cold, unfeeling smile of victory.]
My Empire will not fall, Amer--[And suddenly he wakes, staring in horror at his hands and at the scene before him. He 'drops' the musket, backing away, shaking his head.]
Oh, no. No. That isn't how--[He stops to cough, the memory of smog filling him again.]--I didn't shoot him. It's preposterous...he's my bloody brother, for heavens sake. So why on earth would I--
[But he almost had, three hundred years ago, hadn't he?] But I didn't...I know I didn't. I...
[He picks up his gear finally, coughing before he speaks.]
You all should get inside. Smog's dangerous, you know. It'll...well, it's probably best you find shelter instead of what--[cough]--it can do to you.
So...hop to it and all that.
...I knew this place was a bloody dream.